I saw Roger Federer at a grocery store.

Matheson

Semi-Pro
I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a pain and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.

The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
 

GabeT

Legend
I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a pain and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.

The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
you too, huh?

Did you notice how he carries an iPad and constantly posts in TTW? It's like an obsession with him.
 

penguin

Professional
I saw him get the own brand Sainsbury's spaghetti because it was cheaper than the barilla, but then tried to pay for it in expired promotional Barilla vouchers- he made such a scene I just stepped in and paid for him so the line could move but now every time he's always trying to bum off me
 

ibbi

Legend
I met Roger Federer at the shoe store, and found him trying to pay for his wares with cheese slices. I told him this wasn't legal tender here as we had left the EU, and he snapped at me, "Don't tell me the *beep* rules" he said. Needless to say I was quite taken aback,
 

FlamingCheeto

Semi-Pro
True story I actually did meet Caro jogging around the old Indian Wells parking lot area in 2012, had a pleasant chat for a couple minutes actually and then she ran off into the distance. Very pleasant and not once did I ask for an autograph or selfie, and the world is better for it.
 

Slowtwitcher

Hall of Fame
the fact that a story is copy pasted all over the internet doesn't mean it's a fake copypasta, it means so many people have had the same experience, which just reaffirms the story's truth.

bbl, i am getting a promotion to head-journalist fact-checker for a major media outlet.
Mandela Effect!
 

Backspin1183

G.O.A.T.
I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a pain and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.

The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
Dear Lord!! He has not changed all these years.
I am very sorry you had to experience this side of him. His parents and I take full responsibility for his rude behaviour and offer our sincere apologies.
 

Sysyphus

Talk Tennis Guru
So I'm at this luxurious private party in Ibiza, in a mansion by the beachfront. We're talking professional DJ, open champagne bar, hired waiters and two Olympic-sized pools. There are some semi-notable people there – a couple of Real Betis benchwarmers, a supporting cast actor from Brooklyn Nine-Nine, some girl who claims she's a cousin twice removed of the Kardashians. I won't get into the long story of how I ended up there, but suffice it to say that my family is quite well-connected through their central role in the supply chain of the toilet paper industry.

I'm just mingling around in the main hall, trying to make eye contact with the waiter to get my hands on one of those caviar puff pastries, when a perceptible buzz rises among the crowd. I look toward the entrance, and an entourage of about 12–15 towering bodyguards enter the room, dressed in tight white Gucci tracksuits with pink accents, carrying gold-plated handbags. Right in the middle of them is none other than Roger Federer. Unlike the rest of us who are wearing light summer clothes because of the oppressing heat, Roger is clad in a full white three-piece suit, but he has wrapped his tie around his forehead like a bandana for reasons unknown. Barely held upright by Roger's arm is Lucas Pouille, who looks drunk beyond the realm of this world.

After the commotion has settled down a bit, I manage to sneak in and say my hello, telling him that I'm a big fan.
"Yeah, well, there's no need to state the obvious, is there," Roger replies.
I'm slightly taken aback by this, but he doesn't seem to care much. He proceeds to walk briskly toward the champagne bar, while his entourage drags Pouille behind him. Roger picks up a glass and takes a sizable mouthful, swirls it around for a bit, then spits it all out onto the carpet.
"Beurk! Dom Perignon 2008 – I would not even serve this to the nanny," sneers Roger.
"Staff! Get the vintage Moët et Chandon in here, schnell! schnell!"
The Gucci Grunts quickly scuttle in and clear out the champagne bottles, as the bartenders look agape, replacing them with Moët vintages all dated between 2004 and 2007.

Roger grabs one of the bottles and opens it violently. The cork rockets into the face of one of the waiters, who falls backwards, knocking over a tray cart full of appetizers.
"Don't come to the net if you're not prepared to get tagged," Roger chuckles, garnering confused looks from the onlooking crowd.
He carries the bottle over to Pouille, lifts his head back, then pours the champagne over his mouth, most of it spilling down on his shirt.
"Hasn't he had enough already?" a lady asks.
"This is the deal we have," parries Roger. "Whenever he beats me in practice, he drinks. However much I see fit."
 
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PETEhammer

Guest
Federer sounds like many of the posters on this forum. Did he accuse you of carrying a duplicate ID?
 
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merwy

G.O.A.T.
There's a slam going on right now. I thought these kind of posts were only made during tennis downtime. Or is it because Fed isn't playing and we still want to talk about him, even when it's in the form of lame copypasta?


Where did this (brilliant) copypasta originate in the first place anyway? there’s gotta be some story behind it.
Probably 4chan.. It's old. REALLY old.
 

accidental

Hall of Fame
Yeah, I met Roger Federer in 2017 in Melbourne. I walkin' down the street minding my own business, just walking on. Feelin' good. I walk around the corner, a man walk up, hit me in my chest, right. I fall on the ground, right. And I look up and it's Roger Federer. I said 'Roger?' and he said 'Ooops, I thought you were some body else.'
 

CosmosMpower

Hall of Fame
Triple Cheeseburger.
For me, it's the McChicken. The best fast food sandwich. I even ask for extra McChicken sauce packets and the staff is so friendly and more than willing to oblige.
One time I asked for McChicken sauce packets and they gave me three. I said, "Wow, three for free!" and the nice friendly McDonald's worker laughed and said, "I'm going to call you 3-for-free!".
Now the staff greets me with "hey it's 3-for-free!" and ALWAYS give me three packets. It's such a fun and cool atmosphere at my local McDonald's restaurant, I go there at least 3 times a week for lunch and a large iced coffee with milk instead of cream, 1-2 times for breakfast on the weekend, and maybe once for dinner when I'm in a rush but want a great meal that is affordable, fast, and can match my daily nutritional needs.
I even dip my fries in McChicken sauce, it's delicious! What a great restaurant.
 

USO

Hall of Fame
I was walking on the street once and I saw Djokovic coming out of a psychologists medical building. He looked very upset, entered his car and slammed the door very hard... You know the same kind of behaviour we’re used to seeing when things are not going his way in a tennis match... I did try to call him “hey Thirdwheelovic! Nice to see you!” but I don’t think he heard me...
 
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vive le beau jeu !

Talk Tennis Guru
I was walking on the street once and I saw Djokovic coming out of a psychologists medical building. He looked very upset, entered his car and slammed the door very hard... You know the same kind of behaviour we’re used to seeing when things are not going his way in a tennis match... I did try to call him “hey Thirdwheelovic! Nice to see you!” but I don’t think he heard me...
I think you should consider yourself lucky he didn't hear you... :oops:
 
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